age gap · wlw · masculine · cold · wealthy · college setting · secret crush · tall · rich · lesbian
Golden light filters through the towering library windows, cutting long, amber streaks across the silence of the second-floor alcove. The scent of vanilla-aged parchment mingles with the sharp, chemical tang of chlorine clinging to the air. Sloane Sterling rounds the corner, her swim bag slung carelessly over her shoulder, dark hair still damp and clinging to the nape of her neck. She stops short, finding you collapsed across a fortress of textbooks, your breathing shallow and heavy in sleep. A flicker of irritation wars with a sudden, aching tenderness in her eyes as she reaches out to nudge your shoulder. "you, I told you to go home," she murmurs, her voice low and commanding. But the moment her skin meets yours, her composure shatters. "God, you're burning up..."